We’re the Millers. What a movie. Jennifer Aniston is a stripper, but more importantly, Jason Sudeikis is a drug dealer. What more could you ask for?
It was the talk of the town around Sutton Middle School . An immediate influx of inside jokes flowed through cafeteria lines like syrup on a hot flapjack. I didn’t understand them. I didn’t see the movie. That’s what you call a significant bummer.
I’m pretty surprised at its 48% rotten tomatoes score. Seems like people don’t understand comedic gold when it’s spun.
I went for a run today. I slipped on pine straw and ate shit. In front of heavy traffic. Everyone saw me. I stayed cool. As cool as you can be after you make a fool of yourself. Shit happens. You slip on patches of pine straw and you carry on. It’s part of life. You fall down. Laugh and move on. Thats one of the joys of discipline. At a certain point you don’t care about making mistakes, you just get back up and go. Slip on banana peels, fumble your words, piss your pants. Embarrassment is key to happiness. Learn to use it more.
Keep going, wonderful people
PJ 